Another day again in this miserable occupation of a labyrinth of predictability." (sigh) "I wonder how Mom and Phee are doing.

After Dad died, Mom hasn't been the same. Phee used to hang around the corners of the house the first time we met. Should I 'amor fati,' as Nietzsche put it? I find it hard to do so, especially with Dad's fate; I am simply forced to embrace it, even if I hate it.

I wonder who's calling me. 'Mom.' Mom! I hope you didn't forget! 'I didn't forget! Phee really loves it.' How is he doing? I'm worried about him, Mom. 

'I hoped he would recover fast; I didn't expect he was injured to this extent.' He's going to miss the flight with his friends; Mom, life is so complicated. 

'Max, perspective is everything.' An incredible coping mechanism. (Mom's laughing, even after all that's happened). 

Mom, can I ask you a question? 'What's this about, since when are you polite?' Mom, I miss Dad; everything seems to remind me of him. 'I miss him too, Max! When your aunt died, it took me a long time to accept.' Mom, would Phee feel the way we feel if anything happened to us? 'Yes, it would hurt Phee very much.' How do you know? 'Well, Phee always goes to your room to look for you.'

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Mom, Phee seems to be worse off than me; I understand the reason behind Dad's absence.

'Phee's situation is frustrating, but Phee goes to your room hoping to see you.' 

Mom, is there hope I'll see Dad again? 'What do you think?' The probability of that happening is very high. 

'Why do you say so?' I met him the first time; that's reason enough for me.

'That's very mature of you.' Considering death, I could liken myself to Phee, not knowing that the person I'm looking for simply went to college and may come back. 

'I like your perspective, something Phee doesn't have.'

Yes, Mom, intelligence is a human privilege. I value my ability to reason. 'I have to go; I'll call you during my lunch. Have a nice day. Remember not to be rude and give others a chance to talk.'

Bye, Mom! (sigh) I feel bad that he won't be able to fly this season. I should wake up; I have to attend Professor Mark's lecture. These days, the voices of the people around me at campus seem so distant.